Monthly Archives: September 2017

Welcome to Capricious by Julie Cox, a Texan tale of love and magic. NSFW.

A new chapter appears every Tuesday. This week is Chapter Forty-Eight. Listen to the audio version at Nobilis Erotica here!

Chapter 48

All things considered, the puncture wound in Luke’s arm was the least of their problems, but Sally and Agatha insisted on dressing it. When they came out of the house, Alan was gone, collected by the reinforcements Cormick had called for before Luke and the others left for the storage facility. The dead troll in the middle of the yard was gone, as was Sally’s mother’s sedan–riddled with bullets, windows shot out, the front half crushed from its encounter with the gate, bloodstained from several different people, and containing the body of Glen the goblin. Luke wondered which of the myth-folk locals had used what sort of magic to rid the place of the car so quickly and quietly. The three council members from the troll prison had left for San Antonio for long-term treatment with a myth-folk doctor. Continue reading Capricious: Chapter 48→

Circlet Press has been publishing erotic science fiction and fantasy since 1992. Our mission has always been to celebrate the sexual imagination as a way to change the world for the better. We would like to see a world where many different expressions of gender and sexuality are accepted and celebrated in ways that they may not be in the present day.

Welcome to Incubus Tales: A Thousand Words by Hushicho. In Noctemberg, it is always night. Dhiar, proprietor and gay incubus, welcomes you to Phantasies, a very special shop. Sensuality is more than just Dhiar’s stock in trade, it is his raison d’être. NSFW.

A new chapter appears every Thursday. This week is Chapter Forty-Two.

42nd Night—Gimme Gimme Gimme

Naked bodies glistened with water and the sparkle of lamps. They hadn’t wanted to switch on the electric lights, but they had to provide some illumination in the middle of the night. A Succubus and an Incubus in attendance made it less of a priority for the light to be particularly brilliant; the sense of touch proved much more telling about the geography of the bodies of others.

In short, Dhiar and Chana had completely unintentionally turned the fraternity’s natatorium apple-bobbing goof into an impromptu orgy. Everyone seemed to be having quite a good time though, so neither regretted it. Continue reading Incubus Tales: Chapter 42→

Welcome to The Prince’s Boy by Cecilia Tan, a tale of a prince and his whipping boy ensnared in a plot of dark erotic magic. Warning: explores themes of dubious consent and situations of sexual jeopardy. NSFW.

A new chapter appears every Wednesday. This week is Chapter Fifty-Four: Jorin

54: Jorin

I have likely been remiss in relating what being beaten is like. There is quite a difference between being struck with a fist, as in a fight, and being strapped or whipped, as in the punishments I accepted, first as Kenet’s ladra’an, then as Sergetten’s bound slave.

There is no less violence in the whip, and indeed, far greater intensity of pain in the burn of leather across skin than in the mere crunch of knuckle or bone against flesh. A man is much more likely to scream upon a single touch of the strap than he would upon being kicked or punched.

Welcome to Capricious by Julie Cox, a Texan tale of love and magic. NSFW.

A new chapter appears every Tuesday. This week is Chapter Forty-Seven. Listen to the audio version at Nobilis Erotica here!

Chapter 47

Luke played the ancient song, the first time he’d played it since that day so long ago. It hung in the chill air like the baying of a hound. It was not the happy song he once thought. It was enthusiastic, exciting, but for no wholesome reason. It was a call to arms, an invitation to rabid violence. It was the kind of song felt bone deep, an inevitable, terrible melody recognized by all who heard it because it hibernated in the deep reservoirs of human ancestral memory, burned into the minds and souls of those who had it ringing in their ears as they died. It was an old song about old blood. Luke understood now how right his mother and the teacher had been to be frightened when a six-year-old in Texas drew that song out of thin air and a cheap child’s violin. Continue reading Capricious: Chapter 47→

Autumn is fast approaching here in New England and that means it’s time for our annual Halloween microfictions!

We are looking for your spooky erotic micro stories to publish on our website as a countdown to Halloween. Stories should be under 1500 words and like with all Circlet Press publications, they must be sex-positive. All gender pairings are welcome and consent is of the utmost importance.

Please no stories set at Halloween parties. We encourage you to think outside the box. The stories do not have to be set on Halloween. We are simply looking to combine the elements of horror with the elements of erotica. Send a chill down our spine while simultaneously turning us on. Humor is alright too so long as it fits with the theme.

Welcome to Incubus Tales: A Thousand Words by Hushicho. In Noctemberg, it is always night. Dhiar, proprietor and gay incubus, welcomes you to Phantasies, a very special shop. Sensuality is more than just Dhiar’s stock in trade, it is his raison d’être. NSFW.

41st Night—Return to Me

“I don’t know how you do it,” she mumbled to him, in a tone that only he was likely to hear at all. “You do good, avoiding those jealous spats.”

Dhiar just shrugged his shoulders, a wide smile across his face. “I just don’t like people getting all hostile over the silliest things. Besides…” he looked down a bit, “I’m still not sure if this place is right for me to settle for any length of time. So if I should have to go again, I’ve introduced two very special and very interesting people to each other, and maybe… they won’t need me, if that happens.” Continue reading Incubus Tales: Chapter 41→

Welcome to The Prince’s Boy by Cecilia Tan, a tale of a prince and his whipping boy ensnared in a plot of dark erotic magic. Warning: explores themes of dubious consent and situations of sexual jeopardy. NSFW.

A new chapter appears every Wednesday. This week is Chapter Fifty-Three: Kenet

53: Kenet

I gathered from the bits and pieces I heard that there was quite a bit of disagreement about how the military campaign was to be waged, and that this was the main reason we had not yet moved to attack. There were some towns refusing to send their men for fear of the Night Riders and the military leaders debated what to do about that. Then word came that a delegation from Pellon was at the castle and all planning ground to a halt. None of us could guess whether their ambassadors were there to sue for peace on Frangit’s behalf, declare their alliance with us, or merely allow our army to pass through their lowlands to attack Frangit where the border was not mountainous.

Roichal and Marksin spent an hour after nightfall, after the news had come, drinking some of the whisky that had come from the castle on the same wagon as me. They were both a bit redfaced as they got ready for bed. Continue reading The Prince’s Boy: Chapter 53→

Welcome to Capricious by Julie Cox, a Texan tale of love and magic. NSFW.

A new chapter appears every Tuesday. This week is Chapter Forty-Six. Listen to the audio version at Nobilis Erotica here!

Chapter 46

Luke, Orson, and Sally surrounded the sobbing former troll in silence, stunned by the unprecedented death of a myth-folk’s immortal soul. Luke was the first to move, to press on with what had to be done, though he did so with the feeling he had just acquired several new nightmares. There were still the chupacabras to deal with. They were currently hiding in the shrubs, waiting to see how things developed before committing themselves, but they would not hold back for the sake of reverence for the fallen. Continue reading Capricious: Chapter 46→